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62 Hell-born! not to contend with Spirits of Heaven."
 * To whom the Goblin full of wrath replied:

"Art thou that traitor Angel? art thou he, Who first broke peace in Heaven, and faith till then Unbroken, and, in proud rebellious arms, Drew after him the third part of Heaven's sons, Conjured against the Highest? for which both thou And they, outcast from God, are here condemned To waste eternal days in woe and pain. And reckonest thou thyself with Spirits of Heaven, Hell-doomed! and breathest defiance here and scorn, Where I reign king, and, to enrage thee more, Thy king and lord? Back to thy punishment False fugitive! and, to thy speed add wings, Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue Thy lingering, or with one stroke of this dart Strange horror seize thee, and pangs unfelt before."
 * So spake the grisly Terror, and in shape

So speaking and so threatening, grew tenfold More dreadful and deform. On the other side, Incensed with indignation, Satan stood Unterrified, and like a comet burned,